Bus line

one ❤

The night was serene and pitch black.

I couldn't remember getting there, can't tell how it happened, I just found myself in a bus line, in Manhattan, in New York city, all by myself.

At first it was a strange place, somewhere I might say I've seen in a movie before, but on looking at the sign board upwards, it was written boldly Manhattan, New York city. Doubt cleared.

I walked helter skelter, called for help, but there was no one.

I needed to get to the courtyard where Chris Brown was hosting a show, Chris Brown is an American singer, songwriter, dancer, actor and my celebrity crush.

"Is anybody here?" I screamed.

All I got as a reply was the sound of the wind blowing.

The lights where out, I used my Samsung phone's flash light all through, my battery was only twenty percent left, I was hoping it will last a little longer, it tends to run out as soon as it gets to fifty.

In my heart I kept praying and hoping someone will pass by, by my watch it was only twelve midnight, it's not a usual thing to have total silence.

And I thought the whole city was going for breezy's (Chris Brown) concert, but to my greatest surprise, I was the only living thing there.

I kept walking to and fro, not living the Arena, hoping some bus will get there.

I got tired of standing and walking, I walked towards the bench by the entrance where I found a piece of paper with a blood red handwriting on it.

That reads, "You're not alone."

And snap, a radio began to play a music from the old school classic, of which lyrics one can't hear.

trust me most of the time I feel like, the artists is only humming. That type of song is not my kind of thing.

The corners of my lips lifted up on knowing I was not alone. perhaps we were all waiting for a bus to the concert.

On seeing the lights on, I turned my phone off, hoping it will save a few percent for me to have just a selfie with breezy.

The thought of that alone made me squeal.

It's the most beautiful thing that has happened to me, in my eighteen years on earth.

I've always wanted to meet him, see him, or even hug him, Astagfirullah.

My friends always laugh at me when I talked about him. It's more like my phone was made for him.

I have him on my wallpaper, there's no song of his that I don't have, well except for the ones he was yet to write.

key word no.

Hello guys!
This is chapter one!
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BTW Astagfirullah is an Arabic statement that means may Allah forgive me.